Dancing in the street

Last night I had a good time. First off: Yeah weather! Gentle sun. Cool breeze. Wonderfulwonderfulwonderful. We spent much of the night outside. My sister did some work and I read while we sat in patio chairs in the backyard, and the kids played in the swingset or with the balls, bubbles, and assorted outdoorsy paraphernalia. Unfortunately for my brother-in-law, he was stuck inside cooking dinner. But we all got to eat it outside, and it was delicious. Then we played with the kids for a bit longer. Then came cake, tasty white chocolate cake with strawberry frosting. So yeah, like I said, I had a good time last night.

Later, my gooddearfriend wanted to take advantage of the wonderfulwonderfulwonderful by going for a walk. So she came over, and we walked in through town to the fun little island park. We had a good time chatting and watching two male ducks fighting over a female duck. If you've never seen this happen before, it's quite something. The two ducks kind of wrestled and pecked at each other until one of them was able to get onto the other's back and then force his head under water. We were a bit worried that we were going to witness a drowning, a duckslaughter, but apparently there's some duck equivalent to 'uncle' because the dominant duck suddenly stopped and swam off with the female duck, the beaten duck following a safe distance behind the two. When we went back through town, we walked by a dance studio and peeked in at what looked like the pre- or post-class gathering of dancers sitting in chairs. We walked down the road a bit farther, and my gooddearfriend told me about the dance class that she went to recently, and then we stopped by the side of the road (a busy road no less), and she taught me some of what she had learned. Apparently, I'm a little grabby. I guess in ballroom dancing you're only supposed to lightly rest your fingertips on your partner. Oops. Then we went down the road a bit more, and we stopped so she could show me some Latin dancing. That's where we got honked at. It was really fun.

When I got back and my gooddearfriend had left, my brother-in-law and I played the video games he had rented. They were better than a lot of the games we had rented recently. One was a driving game that was actually more about crashing than it was about driving. So we had a good time smashing stuff up and what have you. The other game was a table tennis game. "A table tennis video game?" you may ask. Yes. And it's quite a bit more fun than pong.

My nephew just reminded me of a sweet story about my niece from yesterday. I'm a little sick. Yesterday I had a soar throat, headache, and stuffy nose. But nothing serious. In the morning I was wanting to kind of laze about for a bit, and my sister tried to keep my niece from bugging me by telling her that I wasn't feeling well and that I needed to be left alone. So the sweet thing went upstairs to her room and came back carrying her Care Bear, which she handed to me so I could snuggle with it and feel better. Awwww. THAT made me feel better.

I'm grateful for the wonderfulwonderfulwonderful (20).